Thousands of mountains are as green as bamboo shoots, and there are two big rivers. Looking down from the top of the mountain, you can see the spring scenery for thirty miles along the river, and the scene of late spring is all in your eyes.
Surrounded by thousands of mountains, a stone monument hundreds of feet high stands majestically under the sky, like an ancient relic of the ancestors from the Taichu era, and like a monument erected by the gods themselves.
On the stone tablet, there are all kinds of solemn and mottled depictions, including a goddess scattering flowers, a dragon king kneeling down to deliver anointing, an angry god surrounded by clouds and mist, a Bodhisattva sitting peacefully on a lotus platform with his eyebrows lowered and chanting, and a giant in the sea of suffering.
Holding up the golden eggs of the world, King Dapeng's body exploded with wind and thunder. Elephants with white tusks sat quietly in the heavenly palace to listen to the lectures. Venomous snakes stood in the forest of seven treasures, their eyes shining brightly.
Under the bright sunlight, these magical depictions of ancient vicissitudes also follow the movement of the sun, changing the position of their bodies little by little, casting mottled and huge shadows on thousands of mountains.
Zen Tablet——
This is the gateway between Vajra Temple and the outside world.
At that time, the northern and southern Zen sects separated, Landa Temple went to the north, and the founder of Kongang Temple chose to return to the south.
He traveled thousands of miles to determine the terrain suitable for establishing a sect, and by chance, he made a discovery while resting in the wild mountains of Guzang County.
Cave sky.
An abandoned small cave.
This is suspected to be an ancient remnant of the Jedi Tiantong. There is no life left, only the grim will of death and numerous bones.
After accidentally finding the small cave, the founder of Vajra Temple was ecstatic. He used his strength to open up the passage to the cave, and worked hard for several years to clean up the cave, reorganize the yin and yang of the cave, and make the five elements orderly.
It took several years before it was complete.
The Zen stele was erected by the founder of Vajra Temple himself as a gateway to connect the two worlds.
This monument is rooted deep in the mountains and wild mountains, but the founder of Kongang Temple cleverly used the mountain terrain and the changes in the celestial phenomena to form a natural killing array.
If outsiders enter without permission, without the help of monks from Vajra Temple, the evil energy naturally formed by the boundless terrain will be enough to cut off their souls and weaken their will.
now.
Under the Zen tablet.
Dozens of monks were standing under it, as if waiting for someone.
The leader was an old monk with a dark golden complexion. He slowly turned the rosary beads in his hand with a peaceful smile on his face. He completely ignored the noise around him and just regarded it as going in with his left ear and out with the other.
Next to the old monk stood a young man with a sad face and sighing.
"Abbott."
Bai Shu sighed for the third time today and said in a muffled voice:
"Abbott, I want to go back."
"No." The old monk shook his head: "Fellow Taoists from Taiwei Mountain, I came here specifically to congratulate you on the Dharma Conference. If you don't accept it, wouldn't it mean that the Vajra Temple has lost its etiquette?"
"I can't help it!"
"no."
"I have a headache, a stomachache, a waistache, everything hurts. I was just injured by senior brother Randi!" Baizhu rolled around:
"I can't do it anymore!"
"Ran Zhong."
The old monk smiled slightly and ordered behind him:
"Give Xu Ming a body-building pill. Since it's injured, let's replenish it."
"Uh...uh...yeah!"
Before Bai Shu could resist, two smiling monks grabbed his arms and locked them tightly. Ran Zhong, who had a crown of seven treasures on his head, looked at Bai Shu and smiled, then forcefully shoved a big pill into Bai Shu.
Throat.
Uh--
Bai Zhu rolled his eyes, struggled to swallow the elixir, and sighed again.
"What are your last names, these two elders?"
Bai Shu opened his dead fish eyes and glanced weakly at the two elders who locked him.
"Ranke."
"Ran ant."
"Why have I offended you?" Baizhu licked his lips and struggled hard: "It's unjust!"
"You've beaten me more than once." Ran Ke smiled broadly.
"What about you?" Bai Zhu turned his head tiredly.
"My great-granddaughter is fascinated by this vixen like you." Ran Yan said with a dark expression on his face, "She's not even married yet!"
"..."
Nearby.
Ran Di, who had changed into a purple and gold cassock, quietly glanced in the direction of Baizhu and saw that he was locked tightly by the two elders, and no small thoughts could stop him.
A trace of compassion arose in his heart, and he quickly shook his head when he thought of all the rumors about this person.
Next to Ran Di, a little girl who looked like a snow dumpling opened her eyes. She poked her head in the direction of Baizhu, her eyes full of curiosity.
"Hiss~"
Ran Di felt a chill in her heart and took a breath of cold air.
"You stay away from Junior Brother Xu Ming!"
Ran Di grabbed the ignorant little girl and gave her righteous instructions:
"Don't talk to him!"
"oh……"
The little girl blinked blankly and nodded in understanding:
"Brother, why?"
"It's for your own good anyway."
Ran Di frowned tightly and said earnestly:
"When you grow up, you will understand that your brother will not harm you."
"But why should you stay away from him? Brother Xu Ming is very good-looking." The little girl asked stubbornly: "Why should you stay away from him? He won't eat me."
Ran Di's face turned completely dark.
"The more good-looking a man is, the better he is at lying. They can eat people without spitting out their bones!"
…
…
…
Half an hour later.
A clear whistling sound sounded in the distance. At first it was just a tiny wisp, but then it quickly grew in strength. By the time it reached the foot of the Zen monument, it was already a mighty sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
It was like the sound of thousands of troops violently shouting for death, the tremor of heavy horse hooves trampling on the ground, and the distant sound of thousands of white cranes fluttering their wings across the water.
The abbot stopped turning the rosary with his fingers, smiled slightly, and said:
"untie."
The mountains rumbled, and the boundless and tall Zen tablets also made a slight noise.
The invisible field that radiated hundreds of thousands of miles loosened its grip and opened a channel.
now.
On the horizon, a large red cloud appeared in the distance. Dozens of young Taoist priests in Taoist attire stood in the cloud. There were men and women, old and young. They were all high-spirited and extraordinary in appearance.
Behind the big clouds, hundreds of feathered cranes fluttered their wings and flew across the vast blue sky.
These feathered cranes are obviously exotic animals and rare birds that are raised exclusively in Taiwei Mountain. They are raised using exclusive Xuanmen techniques. It can be seen that these hundreds of feathered cranes are all huge in size, two or three people tall, and their feathers are as white as snow.
, the claws are bent into hooks, and under its majestic aura, each feathered crane has the cultivation level of the Aperture Refining Realm, and the best among them even exude the aura of the Yang Talisman of the Third Realm.
On the back of the big feathered crane, there were people riding on it. They were also men and women, with different appearances.
At this time, Baizhu's eyes suddenly lit up as he was waiting for death.
On the back of one of the feather cranes, he actually saw a familiar figure.
The boy with chubby cheeks and a broad body was panting. He looked frightened and hugged Yu He who was sitting down, for fear of being thrown off.
And the feathered crane was also extremely unruly, sometimes fluttering its wings high in the sky, and sometimes swooping down, with an extremely snake-like posture.
Cui Yuanzhou!
That little fat guy who was snarling was actually Cui Yuanzhou!
It's just that Cui Yuanzhou practiced in Lingchi Taoist Temple, which belongs to Tao Te Sect and is one of the three lower houses of Tao Tao Sect.
A disciple of Taoism.
How did you sneak into Taiwei Mountain?
Seeing Bai Shu looking at him, Cui Yuanzhou, who was holding Yuhe and howling wildly, was startled at first, and then his eyes lit up.
"Brother!"
"..."
"Senior brother, is that you?" Cui Yuanzhou sent a message: "I am Cui Yuanzhou!"
"How do you know it's——"
"Brother, please hide quickly!"
Before Bai Shu could ask the doubts in his heart, Cui Yuanzhou said seriously:
"I suspect they want to kill you, run away!"
"..."
Bai Zhu stiffly twisted his neck. Behind him, Ran Yi and Ran Ke both raised the corners of their mouths and smiled at him.
…
Surrounded by hundreds of thousands of feathered cranes, what slowly broke through the lead clouds was a grand, deep and gorgeous palace.
The outline is grand, with palaces and pavilions everywhere. The palace is held up by three Li dragons and suspended above Qingming. Looking from a distance, you can see glazed tiles, white jade as steps, thousands of layers of strange light flowing uncertainly, accompanied by smoke and clouds.
The misty and faint sound of the Tao is like a paradise paradise, a pure country.
The palace plaque is engraved with the word "Yu Chen", which shines with precious light.
When Bai Zhu was looking at the Yuchen Palace, a young man stood with his hands behind his hands under the plaque, also staring at Bai Zhu.
The young man is tall, wearing a Taoist robe, with a simple Qingyun about ten feet in size on his head, with strips of silk hanging down, like waterfalls, shining with brilliance and radiating light.
Towering, sacred, vast and noble.
The young man standing under the Qingyun is like an ancient sacred being born from heaven and earth, endlessly noble! Endlessly sacred!
"Who is this?"
Bai Shu twitched the corners of his mouth and turned his head first.
He could instinctively sense that the young man's gaze was extremely evil, like two heavenly swords trying to split him apart.
"Taoist Master Taiwei Mountain!"
Before the ant could reply, a roaring voice sounded first.
Bai Shu had a dull face as he saw Ran Qing's figure flying out of the feather crane and coming to his side with a smile on his face.
"The Taoist Master of Taiwei Mountain, since the founding of Dazheng, the youngest six-level human immortal in Taiwei Mountain, and one of the masters of the world!"
Ran Qing patted Bai Shu's shoulder kindly and said with a smile:
"Long time no see, how are you?"
"roll!"
"Fairy Pei He is here too!" Ran Qing winked: "Are you happy?"
"Get out of here!"
"Hey, you just hurt my heart!"
"Go away!" Baizhu was furious: "When I get to the fifth realm, the first thing I will do is to beat you old man to death!"
"Difficult!" Ran Qing smacked his mouth, shook his head and sighed:
"I'm not doubting your talent, I'm just worried that the Taoist master will beat you to death."
"What's wrong with me?" Baizhu asked weakly.
"When you came down from the mountain, you became a Taoist master who was still the Son of the Holy Son. The two of them talked about mysteries and Taoism, and they had a very close friendship."
"Isn't this good?" Bai Zhu was puzzled.
"The Taoist master's surname is Pei." Ran Qing chuckled and said, "Just one name."
Baizhu cracked.
"so……"
For a long time, Bai Zhu looked at the gorgeous palace that was gradually entering. At this moment, even the scales of Lilong were clearly visible. He said bitterly:
"Wu Ming deceived his brother's sister back then?"
"Yes." Ran Qing smiled and made the final conclusion:
"You are really nothing."
"It's really not a thing..." Baizhu sighed, his face full of bitterness.
While they were talking, Yuchen Palace, which was pulled by the three-headed dragon, was approaching the Zena Monument.
The Taoists on the clouds dispersed their true energy, and the disciple riding the crane turned over and bowed respectfully to the abbot, the master of the Southern Zen Sect.
The monks under the Zen monument also put their hands together to inquire about the young immortal in Yuchen Palace.
"Master of Self-Awareness."
In the Yuchen Palace, the young Immortal put away Qingyun and stepped down slowly. Every step, spiritual energy formed a ladder to support his figure.
"Long time no see."
"It's been about three years." The abbot stepped forward with a smile, clasped his hands and said: "Last time, everyone was in Yedu to discuss the matter of Duke Wen De, but the Taoist master did not come forward. Calculating from this, it should be more than three years."
"What can a group of idiots negotiate? They are not willing to pay back, and they are not willing to fight with all their strength, so let's just waste it!"
When talking about the war against the Northern Guard, the young man named Pei Zhi sneered with disdain on his face.
The battle between Zheng and Wei is currently nothing more than a minor quarrel. Fully half of the aristocratic families and holy lands in the two countries have not yet come to an end in person.
But Pei Zhi was obviously too lazy to talk more. Anyway, everyone gathered at Jingang Temple for this Dharma meeting to discuss it seriously again.
After he nodded slightly, he turned slightly sideways and cast his eyes on the expressionless Bai Shu, his eyes calm.
"Ignorance."
After a long silence, Pei Zhi smiled softly:
"Do you still remember me?"
"I don't remember." Bai Zhu shook his head honestly: "I really don't remember, I don't remember anything."
"I don't remember, but I remember you. This is the first time in history that Taiwei Mountain's Shangqing Thunder Technique has been leaked." Pei Zhi said lightly: "I knew you were capable, but I didn't expect you to be like this.
So capable."
"I..." In embarrassment, Bai Zhu was about to speak, but he didn't know where to start.
"If you don't remember me, then do you remember her?"
Pei Zhi sneered and stepped back two steps.
now.
The door of Yuchen Palace was quietly opened at some point, and a woman with extremely beautiful appearance, wearing a palace skirt and carrying a sword, stood silently on the jade steps, staring at Bai Shu.
She stood up, and everything on the Zena tablet lost its color.
Judging from her appearance, she is just a stunning girl of 16 years old, with skin as smooth as snow, like the water goddess of the Luo River. Bai Shu has seen many beauties, Xie Wei, Bai Xi, Wei Si, Jiang Mei, none of them have such a temperament as hers.
Like a fire burning in the snow.
The woman with the sword on her back was wearing a palace dress, and her eyes were deep, both sad and happy.
Bai Shu subconsciously turned his gaze away, unwilling to meet her eyes.
Pei He.
Baizhu's heart instinctively echoed this name.
"You're still alive."
The woman spoke softly: "I'm really happy."
Bai Zhu's throat moved. When he wanted to speak, the woman had already looked away and said to the abbot who was always smiling:
"Master Self-Contemplation, long time no see."
"True Lord, please." The abbot extended his hand slightly to signal, patted Baizhu's shoulder, and led a group of people from Taiwei Mountain into the Zen Monument.
There was an endless stream of people, and feathered cranes flew in in groups. Even the huge palace shrank sharply and was tucked into the sleeves of Pei Zhi's robe.
When the woman passed by Baizhu, she suddenly flicked her finger.
Bang!
Like a symphony of muffled thunder, Baizhu's back curved violently and stooped deeply. Under Cui Yuanzhou's astonished gaze, his heart ached and he spat out blood when he opened his mouth.
"You owe me this."
The woman walked past him lightly, leaving only these words.
